Reuben was finding it hard to think. Every time he seemed on the verge of completing a thought, BLIP-
“Thank you for calling Dr. Herman’s office. This is Reuben. How may I help you?”
It was an old lady. God, how he hated taking calls from old ladies. Reuben was compiling a list of people who he thought should be banned from ever using the telephone. Old ladies were at the top of the list.
He doubled his volume and repeated the greeting that had been drilled into his subconscious over the past six months. Even at home he found himself thanking people for calling Dr. Herman’s office.